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I was in Deathsythe at the heat of a battle with Wing Zero beside me.
I tried to move Deathsythe but the gundam was paralyzed.
"Heero! I can't move at all! I don't know what's wrong!" Bullets wouldn't fire. The system hads practically shut down, except that it was still running.
Oz decided to go after Heero, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it. If they defeated Wing Zero they would have 2 gundams to take home.
We were helpless as Heero's gundam was attacked by several mobil suites. Wing Zero fought them off, but they just kept coming back. They were too strong for him.
Heero reached for the self destruct button a moment too late. The mobil suites blew up Wing Zero right before my eyes.
"NOOO!!!" I screamed. Heero flew out of the gundam and fell into the city below. He rolled as he hit the ground, bleeding all over, dead. I screamed his name.
* * * "HEERO!!" I yelled, springing forward from my bed. It had been another nightmare. Heero got quickly up from his computer shair and rushed past two strange people and Quatre, arriving swiftly at my side.
Hot tears were flowing from my scared eyes as cold sweat dripped from my face. I held my head in shaking hands, trying to realize that it was a nightmare, my eyes widened in fear. I hugged Heero around the waist as he stood by my bed. My face was pressed against his flat stomach and my arms trembled.
"I was paralyzed and they got you Heero, and you were killed before my eyes. There was nothing I could do, it was like it happened in real life; it was so vivid," The dream flickered before my eyes, scaring the death out of me.
Heero tried to calm me as Quatre spoke softly to me. "Duo, the headmaster is here to see you," I slowly let go of Heero until I was only holding his hand. I was still shaking a little and drenched with sweat as I looked up to the headmaster and the nurse beside him.
If he thought I was faking it, he also must have thought that that was some show I just put on. His face was full of too many expressions to tell what he believed.
The nurse, on the other hand, looked thoroughly shocked. I would have felt embarrassed, but considering my situation, I didn't. I was just glad that it was a nightmare and nothing more; especially not a precognitive dream.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell. I have come here to check up on you, as the school asked me to. Please understand-"
I shook my head, breathing rapidly. "No, no. I understand," I let go of Heero and flopped backwards, my head hitting the soft pillow behind me. "But no blood, please,"
The headmaster gave me a puzzled look and Quatre whispered in his ear that I was afraid of needles. He hardly whispered it, actually, as I heard it from my bed.
The nurse did the small things like check my blood pressure and look into my mouth and stuff. Lucky for me, she didn't need to shoot me with a demon- needle. I probably wouldn't have won the fight, the sides tallying up as 4 to 1.
"Yes, it is true, this boy is sick!" The nurse told the head hauncho. Come on, I could have told him that, it wasn't like I was faking it or anything. Idiot.
Quatre ushered them out of the room after awhile and Heero turned to go back to his computer. I could still remember the dream; the scenes still fresh in my mind. I clutched Heero's hand again. "No, Heero! Please don't leave!" I hated my nightmares, and sometimes I didn't want to go back to sleep in fear I'd have another. But I never had bad dreams when Heero was near. I didn't want another nightmare, and the last one was frightful enough, thank you very much.
Heero looked at me, his expression hidden under the Perfect Soldier mask. But I think I saw under a chip of the stone mask an expression of bewilderment. He tried to pull away again, but I wouldn't let go.
"Duo, I'm just getting my book. Let me go for just a second," Reluctantly, I let him go.
I really didn't think I'd get Heero sick. He was just too much of a Perfect Soldier, and Perfect Soldiers don't get sick. Heero returned moments later with his book Native Son.
"Isn't that a murder suspense thing?" I asked as Heero crawled onto the bed.
"Yes, it's good, though. Maybe you should try reading it,"
"Yeah, maybe," I had decided to tell Heero that my dark secret as soon as possible. Well, sort of. As soon as possible starting tomorrow.
As always, I wasn't awake when everybody left in the morning. I had progressed over the flu a lot, and was almost over it. But it still didn't mean I was going to get up at 7:00 in the morning. The day went on painfully slow. At least it gave me time to rehearse all my lines in which I had made to tell Heero this afternoon.
It was a cold day. Some fog was setting in, which meant that my friends would be coming home later then usual. I swear the weather did this on purpose.
Finally at 4:00pm, Father Time dragged everyone inside. I could hear them complaining about the awful weather. Heero heaved himself into the bedroom. It was now or never.
"Uh, um, Heero?" I asked cautiously as Heero dressed in jeans and his muscle shirt.
"What?" He called back.
"Do you think, um, would you mind, uh, will you step outside with me for a moment?" I was totally blanching, I know. But my lines were wiped out of my head with that small 'what' from Heero.
Heero looked at me strangly and nodded. I pushed my self up from laying on the bed and accompanied him out the door (kind of slowly, though, my muscles hurt).
I tried to hurry past the tv room where everyone else was watching tv. Luckily, no one noticed us. We got into the kitchen and Heero lowered his voice. "What do you want, anyways?"
"Just hold on, I tell you outside," There was too high of a risk factor that Quatre would hear me and get angry.
We made it safely outside and moved away from the house a bit. I sat down on the ground with Heero taking a seat beside me.
"It's pretty with the fog outside, isn't it?" Heero just stared hard at me.
"Why did you call me out here. You know you can see fog out of the window, just like rain,"
That cut me harshly. I knew he was talking about the night it poured while I was outside. "Hey, look, I already said I was sorry for that, okay? Can't you just leave it alone?"
"No. Duo, I was worried sick when Wufei said you went outside and didn't come back. I went outside and looked all over for you! I called and you didn't reply, I searched and I didn't find you. Honestly, I thought I was going to have a heart attack!"
"You just made me so angry I had to leave! You never care about anybody! Maybe if you were a little less quiet and a little more nice I wouldn't have done that, but no, you have to be the Perfect Soldier, a rock with no feelings inside!"
"Look, I searched all night for you because I cared! I was scared when you didn't come home and I was worried that someone had kidnapped you! See, I'm not a Perfect Soldier! Perfect Soldiers don't love!!"
My jaw dropped. "What...? Love...?" Heero's face turned a bright pinkish red and avoided eye contact with me. "Love..as in friend or love as in...love?" He didn't answer. I took it as the latter. "You...you love me!?"
I was so happy I could cry. I could, but I didn't. Heero looked at me, his face still blushing. "Aren't you going to say anything else?"
I searched his angelic blue eyes. "Yeah," He waited for my response. "I love you too,"
It was his turn to gape at me. I think he nearly passed out, actually. I smiled. I guess this wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be.
Suddenly though, I gasped a short breath of air as Heero rushed onto me. His soft warm lips met mine and his hot breathe invaded my mouth. I kissed Heero back gently.
It didn't last long because I pulled away. I put my fingers on Heero's lips to stop him, and he looked at me so cutely. "Why?"
"I'm sick, Heero!" I had a feeling that Heero would be too, in a few days time. The weekend was here, and I'm guessing that by Monday Heero wouldn't be going to school (but unfortunatly, I would have to).
* * * "Bye, Heero! Don't do too much!" I called to Heero, who was sitting upright on the bed and playing with his laptop. He gave me his death glare and I smiled.
Quatre knows how Heero got sick, but everyone else just thinks we're 'better friends'. I'll have to take a picture when they find out; it'll be such a Kodac moment.
"Damn you, Duo, damn you," I supressed my self from laughing and left the room to school.
END!
"Heero! I can't move at all! I don't know what's wrong!" Bullets wouldn't fire. The system hads practically shut down, except that it was still running.
Oz decided to go after Heero, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it. If they defeated Wing Zero they would have 2 gundams to take home.
We were helpless as Heero's gundam was attacked by several mobil suites. Wing Zero fought them off, but they just kept coming back. They were too strong for him.
Heero reached for the self destruct button a moment too late. The mobil suites blew up Wing Zero right before my eyes.
"NOOO!!!" I screamed. Heero flew out of the gundam and fell into the city below. He rolled as he hit the ground, bleeding all over, dead. I screamed his name.
* * * "HEERO!!" I yelled, springing forward from my bed. It had been another nightmare. Heero got quickly up from his computer shair and rushed past two strange people and Quatre, arriving swiftly at my side.
Hot tears were flowing from my scared eyes as cold sweat dripped from my face. I held my head in shaking hands, trying to realize that it was a nightmare, my eyes widened in fear. I hugged Heero around the waist as he stood by my bed. My face was pressed against his flat stomach and my arms trembled.
"I was paralyzed and they got you Heero, and you were killed before my eyes. There was nothing I could do, it was like it happened in real life; it was so vivid," The dream flickered before my eyes, scaring the death out of me.
Heero tried to calm me as Quatre spoke softly to me. "Duo, the headmaster is here to see you," I slowly let go of Heero until I was only holding his hand. I was still shaking a little and drenched with sweat as I looked up to the headmaster and the nurse beside him.
If he thought I was faking it, he also must have thought that that was some show I just put on. His face was full of too many expressions to tell what he believed.
The nurse, on the other hand, looked thoroughly shocked. I would have felt embarrassed, but considering my situation, I didn't. I was just glad that it was a nightmare and nothing more; especially not a precognitive dream.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell. I have come here to check up on you, as the school asked me to. Please understand-"
I shook my head, breathing rapidly. "No, no. I understand," I let go of Heero and flopped backwards, my head hitting the soft pillow behind me. "But no blood, please,"
The headmaster gave me a puzzled look and Quatre whispered in his ear that I was afraid of needles. He hardly whispered it, actually, as I heard it from my bed.
The nurse did the small things like check my blood pressure and look into my mouth and stuff. Lucky for me, she didn't need to shoot me with a demon- needle. I probably wouldn't have won the fight, the sides tallying up as 4 to 1.
"Yes, it is true, this boy is sick!" The nurse told the head hauncho. Come on, I could have told him that, it wasn't like I was faking it or anything. Idiot.
Quatre ushered them out of the room after awhile and Heero turned to go back to his computer. I could still remember the dream; the scenes still fresh in my mind. I clutched Heero's hand again. "No, Heero! Please don't leave!" I hated my nightmares, and sometimes I didn't want to go back to sleep in fear I'd have another. But I never had bad dreams when Heero was near. I didn't want another nightmare, and the last one was frightful enough, thank you very much.
Heero looked at me, his expression hidden under the Perfect Soldier mask. But I think I saw under a chip of the stone mask an expression of bewilderment. He tried to pull away again, but I wouldn't let go.
"Duo, I'm just getting my book. Let me go for just a second," Reluctantly, I let him go.
I really didn't think I'd get Heero sick. He was just too much of a Perfect Soldier, and Perfect Soldiers don't get sick. Heero returned moments later with his book Native Son.
"Isn't that a murder suspense thing?" I asked as Heero crawled onto the bed.
"Yes, it's good, though. Maybe you should try reading it,"
"Yeah, maybe," I had decided to tell Heero that my dark secret as soon as possible. Well, sort of. As soon as possible starting tomorrow.
As always, I wasn't awake when everybody left in the morning. I had progressed over the flu a lot, and was almost over it. But it still didn't mean I was going to get up at 7:00 in the morning. The day went on painfully slow. At least it gave me time to rehearse all my lines in which I had made to tell Heero this afternoon.
It was a cold day. Some fog was setting in, which meant that my friends would be coming home later then usual. I swear the weather did this on purpose.
Finally at 4:00pm, Father Time dragged everyone inside. I could hear them complaining about the awful weather. Heero heaved himself into the bedroom. It was now or never.
"Uh, um, Heero?" I asked cautiously as Heero dressed in jeans and his muscle shirt.
"What?" He called back.
"Do you think, um, would you mind, uh, will you step outside with me for a moment?" I was totally blanching, I know. But my lines were wiped out of my head with that small 'what' from Heero.
Heero looked at me strangly and nodded. I pushed my self up from laying on the bed and accompanied him out the door (kind of slowly, though, my muscles hurt).
I tried to hurry past the tv room where everyone else was watching tv. Luckily, no one noticed us. We got into the kitchen and Heero lowered his voice. "What do you want, anyways?"
"Just hold on, I tell you outside," There was too high of a risk factor that Quatre would hear me and get angry.
We made it safely outside and moved away from the house a bit. I sat down on the ground with Heero taking a seat beside me.
"It's pretty with the fog outside, isn't it?" Heero just stared hard at me.
"Why did you call me out here. You know you can see fog out of the window, just like rain,"
That cut me harshly. I knew he was talking about the night it poured while I was outside. "Hey, look, I already said I was sorry for that, okay? Can't you just leave it alone?"
"No. Duo, I was worried sick when Wufei said you went outside and didn't come back. I went outside and looked all over for you! I called and you didn't reply, I searched and I didn't find you. Honestly, I thought I was going to have a heart attack!"
"You just made me so angry I had to leave! You never care about anybody! Maybe if you were a little less quiet and a little more nice I wouldn't have done that, but no, you have to be the Perfect Soldier, a rock with no feelings inside!"
"Look, I searched all night for you because I cared! I was scared when you didn't come home and I was worried that someone had kidnapped you! See, I'm not a Perfect Soldier! Perfect Soldiers don't love!!"
My jaw dropped. "What...? Love...?" Heero's face turned a bright pinkish red and avoided eye contact with me. "Love..as in friend or love as in...love?" He didn't answer. I took it as the latter. "You...you love me!?"
I was so happy I could cry. I could, but I didn't. Heero looked at me, his face still blushing. "Aren't you going to say anything else?"
I searched his angelic blue eyes. "Yeah," He waited for my response. "I love you too,"
It was his turn to gape at me. I think he nearly passed out, actually. I smiled. I guess this wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be.
Suddenly though, I gasped a short breath of air as Heero rushed onto me. His soft warm lips met mine and his hot breathe invaded my mouth. I kissed Heero back gently.
It didn't last long because I pulled away. I put my fingers on Heero's lips to stop him, and he looked at me so cutely. "Why?"
"I'm sick, Heero!" I had a feeling that Heero would be too, in a few days time. The weekend was here, and I'm guessing that by Monday Heero wouldn't be going to school (but unfortunatly, I would have to).
* * * "Bye, Heero! Don't do too much!" I called to Heero, who was sitting upright on the bed and playing with his laptop. He gave me his death glare and I smiled.
Quatre knows how Heero got sick, but everyone else just thinks we're 'better friends'. I'll have to take a picture when they find out; it'll be such a Kodac moment.
"Damn you, Duo, damn you," I supressed my self from laughing and left the room to school.
END!
